Secrets In The Sunset | KTH 18+ ✔️

Chapter Seventy-Two

Ethan and I lazily lounge about on his couch Sunday morning talking about every little thing in life including future plans. It was super early for a Sunday with it only being eight in the morning, but having woken him up at the crack of dawn due to my own personal routine, it got the day started sooner than expected.

"My realtor friend got back to me with a list of possible choices for your art gallery and they're all in your price range." He mentions as he scrolls through his emails on his phone as I stand to go back to the kitchen to take our plates of the breakfast I had cooked for us this morning.

"Yeah? Are they decent looking or run down?" I ask as I begin to wash the dishes in the sink.

"Most are decent." He gets up and walks over to me, wrapping his arms around me as I lather up the pan I used, "You don't have to clean. I can do that." He nuzzles his face into my neck.

"It's only a few dishes and I know how you don't like to have a dirty sink. You respect my home by taking off your shoes at the door so I'll respect yours by cleaning up the dirty dishes I had." I turn my head to give him one quick kiss. "So when could we go look at them in person?"

"Hmm..." He pulls back and starts looking at the email again, "Next weekend possibly. I'll send him an email to set something up."

"Oh!" I exclaim out of nowhere, shocking him a bit, "Did you ever get your tux for the wedding? Kinsley would kill us both if you didn't."

He chuckles and nods his head, "I picked it up before I came to see you at the bridal shop."

Exhaling heavily, I let my shoulders sag and finish drying off the last dish. Kinsley and Lucas had asked both of us to be in their wedding as a groomsmen and bridesmaid months ago, putting us to walk down the aisle together. All of our friends have been subtly trying to hook us up since Ethan and I became close friends so when I was nonchalantly told this bit of information, I wasn't one bit surprised. The irony only being that we are actually a couple now.

"I just have to get mine altered a bit." I state as I dry off my hands and neatly fold up the towel. Turning to face him, I look at his shirtless torso and take a deep sigh, "I love it when you walk around without a shirt."

"I love you." He smiles up at me, setting down his phone. It's not the first time he's said this to me. He's confessed his love and would randomly remind me of this throughout our entire friendship, but this time, I'm compelled to do something I haven't ever done.

With my heart aching and my pulse racing, I step a bit closer to him and slowly wrap my arms around his neck, "I love you too, Ethan."

"Yeah?" His breathing shallows a bit as he looks at me with wonder in his eyes, "Like how I love you or..."

"I'm in love with you." I smile proudly.

With one swift movement, his hands lock around my thighs while his lips crash into mine as he lifts me on to his waist. Still kissing me and smiling as he walks us to his bedroom, he kicks open the door and we both go crashing onto the mattress in excitement.

Hovering over me, he looks down at me with his still messy bed head hair and sparkling chocolate brown eyes while flashing that dimpled smile that always seems to be even whiter next to his tanned skin. Cutely peppering kisses all along my face and neck, they begin to ease into something more sensual as I feel his warm tongue run over my skin.

Still only wearing his button up shirt and my panties, he rips the shirt open, popping the buttons along the way. My chest heaves in anticipation as I look down, watching him taste my humid skin.

"You just ruined your shirt." I breathe out.

"I'll buy another one." He monotonously brushes it off.